these emotions inside building up up up until the fire raging inside of me is screaming to be let out and suddenly i let go, just let go channel the rage and fear and despair and hope i scrape up every last bit of hope from between my bones and unleash the fire on the world suddenly everything is ablaze and the only sound in my ears is the howling wind working with me, doing what i ask and making the flames rise higher higher higher and making the fire spread quicker until a moment passes and i can feel with every ounce of my body that every part of the world is burning like the sun the water of the ocean is replaced with the inferno of my mind every city is engulfed by the conflagration that i produced i did this and i look around and watch the world burning see the whirls of fire spinning round round round watch the people dying and will the pain and guilt that i know should follow except no wave of terror overcomes me no grand realization that i'm the weapon of mass destruction i know i should but i don't feel like the monster i know i am nothing happens to me as the crackles and pops of the holocaust smoking suddenly explodes and the scorching flames shoot out in every direction until my knees buckle from the depletion of my energy and the tears i now cry fizzle on my cheeks and when at last a teardrop reaches my nose and drips down the fire fades to embers and i'm forced to recreate the world out of the ashes
i might have gotten really into a book and then wrote a poem sorta based off of it and maybe i let my emotions take over and so maybe this isn't good but sorry for feeling things so deeply